Tom Cruise obviously doesn't care who he annoys now he's a High Priest of Scientology. What's the worst that could happen to such a powerful man? Well, he could die and discover the afterlife isn't the creation of a ropey sci-fi author and charlatan on the run from the law.
Tom is demanding that he be allowed to watch films alone in his local
cinema in Telluride, Colorado. Is this to avoid autograph hunters, or
just a ploy to watch films on the big screen, whilst he sits in his
underpants, respecting his cock and eating his popcorn?
The locals are annoyed. The Nugget Theatre is the only cinema in town,
so if Tom is there, the rest of the populace can't get in.
Tom's solution? Rather than build his own screening room, he'd rather spending $2000 a day to rent it out all for himself.
And so starts the first Intergalactic Reich, not with a bang, but with some pick 'n' mix and a large Pepsi.